It's called khapping

My mind is in fulto khapping mode at the moment. Reason unknown. Maybe I'm bored or maybe as the great mujambo says sari rati khajal Hoya fer v kuj nahin labba.

Whatever the reason I hate khapping mode and it seems whenever one is in khapping mode the rest of the world is hell bent on increasing it's potency.

I think this can be used as a blogging tool. At least it can save drafts. The other day I wrote a poem on another program and it didn't save it and all data was lost and I had to write it again.

Just came back from hospital Rohail's got some kind of allergic rash on his legs dr says it's due to wedding meat.

The wedding couple is in front of me acting all funny trying not to.

Another fraking drama is on hum tv. I think all drama makers on paki tv should be castrated. The shit that passes as television is crap of the most smelly kind.

And then the uncle goes ahead and turns on the news... Man this guy in one big news junkie ... And the news is even crappier then the dramas...


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